Shore
(2009)
I stood by the sea, where the waves were lapping
The trees were napping, on the distant shore.
The last rays of the sun left a golden haze
The closing minutes promising the morrow more.
It was here he had stood, lapels flapping
Drenched in the saline winds of the shore.
It was here he had stood, and here he had fallen
Till we found him once no more.
The winding road that comes quaffing
The palm trees that ring the marine shore.
Saw him as he went down
And came back no more.
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